Get physical, and slap her

You decide to rewire Tiffany’s brain to etch and embody a valuable lesson: her pain equals your pleasure. Tiffany is a long way removed from the romanticized Disney princesses and preteen illusions of Mr Right and Charming. But she’s never had a man fuck her like they truly hated her, never basely equated **** to sexuality.

That’s all going to change tonight, you decide, looking down sadistically at Tiffany’s prone body. She is almost passed out from the continual cumming, totally fogged over sapphire eyes and languid posture, her long cheerleader-toned legs splayed wide to accommodate your fuck. But this 18-year-old blonde is going to go home with more than just bruises; she’s going home a changed girl. If you let her go home at all.

First, you horizontally hammer into Tiffany’s pussy with unnecessarily rough hip-snapping ****. You can feel her smoldering insides with your unprotected phallus, places inside Tiffany where she’s tight and where she’s open. You make a concerted effort to push into those 'shut' pussy wall areas, stabbing into her while twisting your torso as you rut. Tiffany groans and mumbles, her eyes flutter open but unable to summon focus.

You decide to give the blonde high school senior a helping hand, you take your thumb and your first three fingers under Tiffany's chin, to tilt her cute face toward you. "Look at me," you tell her.

Tiffany’s blue eyes lock onto your face,

and then you slap her across the cheek.

"AYEEE!" Tiffany gives out a high-pitched cry and, almost hilariously, brings her hand up to block the blow long after it's landed. You grip her supine forearm, pull her hands up above her head. It's not difficult for you to pin both Tiffany's left and right hands together easily with but a single one of yours.

Your free hand comes down and slaps Tiffany across the face again. "AH-" and then a third time. "Uwaohh~" Tiffany whines. **** for self-defense yet unable to lift her own arms up, Tiffany smartly shimmies her hips in a futile effort to get out from under your thrusting abdomen. "Oww! Wh- wait! Why - Why are you?"

"I don’t need a reason." You spit a wad of phlegmn onto Tiffany's nose, then raise your hand up above Tiffany's trapped, naked body. Tiff flinches. But you don’t hit her, not in the face at least. Instead, you bring down your hand and slap her full across her ample, perky teenage titties.

Tiffany lets out a soft grunt, and she really starts wiggling to get away from you.

"I just like hitting you."

"No! Please- Don’t! Stop--!"

Tiffany physically is low-BMI and toned from sports and cheerleading practice, and, if you weren’t much larger than her, if she weren’t so drunk and **** up, the athletic cheerleader might stand a chance of freeing herself from what is quickly becoming a one-way ****. But as it is, your sturdier frame and leverage on top of her, you keep Tiffany pinned to the floor with relative ease. You let out a heartless laugh as you rain down slaps and back hands. On the nubile 18 year old's face, neck, and breasts.

Slap slap slap. "You like this, you sick bitch." Slap slap smack. "Your slutty little hole is dripping wet."

It’s true, of course, but Tiffany is extremely turned on from all the MDMA, marijuana, cocaine and more. It’s not truly physical **** that has made her sexually aroused, nonetheless her body is going to have a hell of a time sorting out what brings her to that next orgasm.

"No. Oh my God. Fu- fuck! I- I- I don’t like this!"

But even as she protests, Tiffany can feel another orgasm building between her sweaty lithe legs. You’re not fucking her as roughly now, but with calculated strokes to hit her in the most sensitive parts, to overload her little cooter into another orgasm. Having made Tiffany cum multiple times already on your ****-fueled meanboy fuck, you naturally know the best pace and angles to stimulate Tiffany’s Clit and hit her G spot simultaneously.

"Shut up, you dumb hoe! Ha, if you don’t like it, then you wouldn’t be cumming like a sick freak!"

And indeed, Tiffany is succumbing to 'gasm again. You can tell from how her arms grow slack instead of pushing back, her writhing efforts to free her hips become meager gyrations, almost as much arching her body into your body instead of away from it.

"Aren’t you? Aren’t you cumming?"

Tiffany lets out a hapless cry and has a pain-induced full penetration orgasm: equal parts pleasure to the ferocious physical **** being onslaughted to her tits and face. Stretches of her alabaster skin already turning red from the slap marks on her. You fuck her wildly. Best, as Tiffany orgasms around your hateful dick, she throws her head back to the sky and cries, yells something unintelligible, something broken.

You slow down your hatefuck, relishing the moment and letting it sink in for Tiffany that you’ve just **** her to an unwanted, conflicted, but serotonin shooting powerful climax. Tiffany’s shaved slit is gushing juices, fluttering over the skin of your length involuntarily.

"C'mon, you like it when I’m rough with you!" You slap Tiffany in the face and push your fingers into her mouth. "You must watch a lot of hard-core freaky porno, don't you?" Tiffany blubbers 'no no no' around your fingers before you pull them from her lips and slap her upside the head, but even she is starting to take your word for truth. Easily impressionable in her **** up state, Tiffany will never be able to disassociate what you put her through now.

But she tries. Tiffany manages to say, "Too-too rough. Oh, God... please... It's just so much! I can't---" But you shut her up by using the hand that was holding her arms back to grip the blonde by the neck.

"Shut the fuck up, you stupid bitch!" You **** defiance out of Tiffany, and she can neither breath nor speak with the palm of your hand blocking her windpipe. Her pussy gives a tremendous squeeze, survival instinct maybe. Thus, it was decided that a **** fuck became the next logical step.

Your grip Tiffany by the neck while you saw in and out of her unprotected pussy. She brings her hand up to your strangling mandible, but the rich bitch is either too weak or too messed up to resist. Maybe Tiffany even understands that there is nothing she can do to control her own emotions or physical reaction, let alone the way you wish to use her nubile, young body.

Putting pressure on the forefront of Tiffany’s neck is more of a power move than true strangulation, but Tiffany‘s blue eyes are horrified. She makes small gasping noises indicating dire discomfort. But you pay her no mind, it’s wonderful how her teen cunt snaps shut on you from the ****, and you continue to fuck her hatefully. You continue to fuck Tiffany shallow and quickly, overstimulating her G-spot and clitoris with your rapid thrusts. The overly sensitive cheerleader can’t control her body and begins cumming an umpteenth time on your sadistic dick.

"Yeah, your nasty little gash likes being choked fucked! Your filthy teenage cunny likes it when I treat you like garbage, don't you?!"

Tiffany tries to shake her head, although it’s futile with your fingers coiled around her window. Truth of it is that the barely legal teen is mindbroken from pleasure, even though from being hyper overdosed and woefully drunk.

You laugh and smack the defenseless blonde, bringing your second hand around her neck and really cutting off the passage of breath. Tiffany gurgles a wet protest, but you shake her like a ragdoll, bumping the back of her head against your hardwood floor and causing her body to spasm as she not only fights to breathe. The 18-year-old suburbanite high school cheerleader is literally getting her brains fucked out.

Tiffany was already going to have brain damage from the night of reckless **** enjoyment, so popping off hundreds of brain cells in a chokehold doesn’t concern you much. You throttle Tiffany’s breath off until her face starts turning colors, she begins to pass out.

You don’t knock her all the way out: you don’t want a stiff on your hands. But you let her body go totally slack, needing to bring Tiffany back into it by banging her head against the wooden floor. Tiffany is shocked and panicked when she starts coming to, and you immediately clap the chokehold on her again.

Her little 18-year-old pussy is spasming continually, she’ll never be able to enjoy vanilla sex again, it’s to become that something about guys that are violent with her will always be deeply associated with the most **** hormones and endorphins set to overload by this corrupting event.